I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 297 - 154: Finally Meeting (Please Subscribe)

"Little brother, you shouldn’t have done this..."

Chen Yuan’s face was very pale, utterly devoid of color.

His usually dashing disheveled black hair, after turning into snowy white, seemed much softer, its tips slightly covering the bright forehead.

But the smile he deliberately squeezed out was made all the more desolate by the washing of a pair of clear tears.

Under the shroud of dark clouds, snowflakes fluttered down.

Without the sun shining through the woods, no longer picturesque, it had become a gloomy white.

As if the entire world had lost its vivid colors, leaving only black and white.

In the bleak world, there was Chen Yuan in red and Chen Yi in green.

Chen Yi watched the smiling, tearful Chen Yuan, and couldn’t help feeling sentimental.

He understood that much must have happened between Chen Yuan and Senior Sister Ling Yinrong that no one knew about.

More than just a simple meeting, knowing each other, fighting side by side.

"Feelings?"

"Probably."

At this moment, Chen Yi felt a twinge of regret, regretting waking up the real ’big brother’.

Perhaps the truth was as the former "Chen Yuan" had said.

The big brother chose to seal himself, to escape.

He dared not face reality, so he opened his mind and surrendered control to the Absolute Blade Intent.

Chen Yi sighed, looking up at the pale longsword in the sky, the White Tiger Divine Intent.

The White Tiger Divine Intent stepped on the ominous dark-red star, its gaze seemingly skeptical as it occasionally prodded the longsword with its paw.

Unlike the previous dusky blue longsword, this time its strength was not lessened, yet it didn’t poke holes in the pale longsword.

"Roar, roar."

The tiger’s roar was low and somewhat puzzled, questioning not why things were different, but why the Saber Intent had grown stronger?

Chen Yi thoughtfully glanced a few times, waved to dismiss the White Tiger Divine Intent, leaving only the longsword stretching across the sky.

He could feel the sorrow within the Saber Intent, just like the surrounding snowflakes, just like Chen Yuan at this moment.

Chen Yi lowered his head, gazing at the motionless Chen Yuan.

Silence prevailed for a long while.

He took out two jars of wine from the Sumeru Bag, and then promptly made a table and chairs out of materials on the spot.

Everything prepared.

Chen Yi spoke, "Brother, tell me about your experiences over the years."

Although it might re-open those scars for Chen Yuan, only in this way could he have the chance to emerge from them.

From what the former "Chen Yuan" said, he was sure of one thing, the "teachings" he gave to the big brother as a child were effective.

Honestly, Chen Yi never thought that an unintentional song from his childhood would be remembered by the big brother to this day, even becoming his spiritual solace.

Spiritual solace.

In such a world where Martial Arts are extraordinary, where it’s the survival of the fittest, where the strong are revered, it is not advisable to place one’s spirit on external things.

At least Chen Yi thought so, his sense of security all came from the longsword at his waist.

As long as one had enough strength, there was nothing to fear—not even life or death!

Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment, then wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and sat down across from him, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

"Little brother, you’ve seen a joke out of me."

As he spoke, the pale longsword in the sky slowly dispersed.

Yet the dark clouds remained, the wind and snow continued, and the two men and their two jars of wine as well.

Chen Yi shook his head, laughing, "That’s nothing. Remember that time you first entered the Martial Arts Arena, you were so frightened by the demon corpse that you peed..."

Before he could finish, Chen Yuan hurriedly interrupted him, "Stop, don’t say it!"

That simple sentence allowed him to temporarily "forget" that sadness, his expression remarkably altered.

Chen Yuan looked around, noticing the envelopment of Sword Intent, and sighed with relief, "Don’t spread this around, or the ’Absolute Blade’s’ reputation will lose all its deterrent power."

Chen Yi’s heart stirred, "Brother, do you remember what happened afterward?"

He didn’t mention Senior Sister Ling’s name, to avoid sinking the big brother’s mind back into sorrow again.

"I remember."

Chen Yuan nodded, noticing the white hair in front of his forehead, he pinched it and actually laughed.

"Little brother, do I look handsome?"

"Handsome, very handsome."

Chen Yi couldn’t help but laugh, though he couldn’t help wondering within his heart.

The big brother had sealed his own mind, yet he could still remember what happened after the emergence of the Absolute Blade Intent?

But such thoughts flashed by.

Chen Yi picked up a jar of wine and poured two bowls, lifting one with a smile, "Taste this, the most famous Peach Blossom Wine from outside the Grand Void Sect."

Chen Yuan nodded, lifted the bowl of wine as a gesture, and downed it in one go.

The two didn’t clink glasses, nor did they have any accompanying snacks; they just went from one bowl to the next.

Until the jar was empty did Chen Yuan finally stop, his pale face tinged with a touch of red, his tone calm as he spoke:

"Actually, over these years, there hasn’t been much to say."

"The matters before you entered Xingwu Academy, both you and I are aware of."

"And after the Foundation Establishment evaluation, when Grandpa took me away, everything began to change."

Chen Yi thought of the dungeon and demons mentioned earlier by the ’Chen Yuan’, his gaze slightly icy.

"Did Duke Jingye lock you in the dungeon back then and force you to face demon attacks alone?"

Chen Yuan was silent for a long time, as if he had fallen into that dark memory, yet his expression showed no change.

"That dungeon was very dark, very cold."

"The demons weren’t powerful, merely Ninth Grade Little Demons, but there were many, so many..."

"I’d kill one head, and then there’d be another, and two, countless."

Chen Yuan narrated that childhood experience in the calmest of tones, as if it wasn’t about himself, but a complete stranger.

"Three months, I stayed there for three months."

"No matter how I struggled or cried out, there was no response."

"Chen Ke, that is the steward of Duke Jingye Mansion, would only throw in healing medicine and food."